My Dad has tough hands
Hard working and honest
Blue collar hands
He has scars
On the backs of his thumbs
And rips through his palms
He has rugged hands
Loving hands
Warm and worn
Heavy hands
Stories between the base of his fingers
The hands of a simple man
Who sees no point in pessimism
He has real-man hands
That will carry any weight
He could lift cars if he wanted to
I know it
He has hands with a background
Never truly scrubbed clean
Dirt and oil
Fossilized beneath his fingernails
My father has kind hands
The kind of hands
I hope my husband has